“PHILIP K. DICK'S ELECTRIC DREAMS: VOLUME 1”: the stories which inspired the hit channel 4 series, by PHILIP K. DICK
Collection of his stories, always mesmerizing. There is nobody else like him. You can never guess the ending, even after you've read it.! *****
“Exhibit Piece”: Clever surreal. Great ending. ****
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“You realize this may be nothing but an exhibit? You and everybody else - maybe you're not real. Just pieces of an exhibit.” (p13)
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“The Commuter”: His life, work and family subtly change after having visited the new 'non-existent' town. ****
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A railway station manager encounters the eponymous commuter, who speaks of a town that cannot be found on any normal map. The commuter literally vanishes on close questioning about this ephemeral town. Based on the information the manager extracts from the commuter, he undertakes an investigation and boards the train the commuter says is scheduled to stop at the town. The station manager finds himself arriving at the non-existent town.
Subsequent investigation reveals that the town nearly existed. It was narrowly voted out of existence during a planning meeting, and the narrowness of this vote is directly reflected in the ephemeral nature of the town.
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“The Impossible Planet”: Deeply nostalgic story. Having been published in 1953, is the likely inspiration for the French novel 'Planet of the Apes' (1963) adapted into the mega-hit franchise we now have. ****
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Behind Norton came a withered old woman. Beside her moved a gleaming robant, a towering robot servant, supporting her with his arm. The robant and the tiny old woman entered the control room slowly...
"Irma Vincent Gordon," Andrews murmured. He glanced up. "Is that right?"
The old woman did not move.
"She is totally deaf, sir," the robant said.
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“The Hanging Stranger”: Brilliant and terrifying. A story that takes you full circle … and round again! *****
“I thought something had happened. You know, something like that Ku Klux Klan. Some kind of violence. Communists or Fascists taking over. [. . .] I’m glad to know it’s on the level.”
“Controlled, filmed over with the mask of an alien being that had appeared and taken possession of them, their town, their lives.”
“Loyce gazed up, rigid with horror. The splotch of darkness, hanging over the City Hall. Darkness so thick it seemed almost solid. In the vortex something moved. Flickering shapes. Things, descending from the sky, pausing momentarily above the City Hall, fluttering over it in a dense swarm and then dropping silently onto the roof. Shapes. Fluttering shapes from the sky. From the crack of darkness that hung above him. He was seeing—them.”
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“Sales Pitch”: Claustrophobic, Ed Morris is desperate to escape the suffocating intrusion of relentless advertising .. even in his own home! Tragic but understandable conclusion. ****
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“It’s not just the drive. They’re right out front. Everywhere. Waiting for me. All day and night.”
“Who are, dear?”
“Robots selling things. As soon as I set down the ship. Robots and visual-audio ads. They dig right into a man’s brain. They follow people around until they die.” (p81)
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'Is there anything you can't do?' - Ed
'Oh, yes; there's a great deal I can't do. But I can do anything YOU can do – and considerably better.' - Robot (p89)
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“The Father-Thing”: Truly creepy horror. The invasion of a family by a growing morphing alien .. something! ****
The replacement of a boy's father with a replicated version, only the son sees the difference and has to recruit other children to help him reveal the truth (similar to Enid Blyton's Famous Five stories .. but no further parallels than that!)
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“The Hood Maker”: Another classic P. K. Dick story, this one about having your mind read and therefore zero privacy … unless you rebel!
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“Nobody’s got a right to hide.”
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“Had he done anything wrong? Was there something he had done he was forgetting? He had put on the hood. Maybe that was it.”
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'An innocent man has no reason to conceal his thoughts. Ninety-nine per cent of the population is glad to have its mind scanned. Most people WANT to prove their loyalty. But this one per cent is guilty of something.' (p118)
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'The total probe on Franklin. All levels – completely searched and recorded.' [ordered Clearance Director Ross]
'We found considerable disloyalty. Mostly ideological rather than overt. … When he was twenty-four he found some old books and musical records. He was strongly influenced. …' - Abbud (p121-122)
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“Foster, You're Dead!” (1955)
{Reviewed Dec 2017}
Scathing attack on governmental war policies aimed at increasing consumer spending and raises GDP. ****
The story is a satire of two 1950s-era trends: consumerism and increasing Cold War anxiety. Dick wrote in a letter: “One day I saw a newspaper headline reporting that the President suggested that if Americans had to buy their bomb shelters, rather than being provided with them by the government, they'd take better care of them, an idea which made me furious. Logically, each of us should own a submarine, a jet fighter, and so forth.”
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“Her husband disappeared into the living room, a small, hunched-over figure, hair scraggly and gray, shoulder blades like broken wings.”
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“If you don't buy, they'll kill you. The perfect sales-pitch. Buy or die – new slogan. Have a shiny new General Electronics H-bomb shelter in your backyard or be slaughtered.”
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“He'd sit down in the shelter until dinner, listening to Wind in the Willows [on audiotape].”
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{Reviewed Aug 2018} “Foster, You're Dead”: Second time having read this. Just got even better. Consumerism exposed for the fear-based racket it is!
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“School was agony, as always. Only today it was worse.”
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“A mechanical news-machine shouted at him excitedly as he passed. War, death, amazing new weapons developed at home and abroad. He hunched his shoulders and continued on...” (p141)
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[Referring to his father, young Mike says:] “He says they sold people as many cars and washing machines and television sets as they could use. He says NATS and bomb shelters aren't good for anything, so people never get all they can use. He says factories can keep turning out guns and gas masks forever, and as long as people are afraid they'll keep paying for them because they think if they don't they might get killed, and maybe a man gets tired of paying for a new car every year and stops, but he's never going to stop buying shelters to protect his children.” (p144)
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“They're scaring us to keep the wheels going," he yelled desperately at his wife and son. "They don't want another depression.” (p147)
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[Years prior, the president came passing through the town] “Seeing if we had bought enough NATS and bomb shelters and plague shots and gas masks and radar networks to repel attack. The General Electronics Corporation was just beginning to put up its big showrooms and displays - everything bright and glittering and expensive. The first defense equipment available for home purchase.” His lips twisted. “All on easy-payment plans. Ads, posters, searchlights, free gardenias and dishes for the ladies.” (p149)
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[Wife:] “They're always improving weapons, Bob. Last week it was those grain-impregnation flakes. This week it's bore-pellets. You don't expect them to stop the wheels of progress because you finally broke down and bought a shelter, do you?” (p155)
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[Bob, Mike's father:] “I'll get one,” Bob Foster said. “I'll get an anti-pellet grill and whatever else they have. I'll buy everything they put on the market. I'll never stop buying.”
[Ruth, Bob's wife:] “It's not as bad as that.”
“You know, this game has one real advantage over selling people cars and TV sets. With
something like this we have to buy. It isn't a luxury, something big and flashy to impress the neighbors, something we could do without. If we don't buy this we die. They always said the way to sell something was create anxiety in people. Create a sense of insecurity - tell them they smell bad or look funny. But this makes a joke out of deodorant and hair oil. You can't escape this. If you don't buy,they'll kill you. The perfect sales-pitch. Buy or die - new slogan. Have a shiny new General Electronics H-bomb shelter in your back yard or be slaughtered.”
“Stop talking like that!” Ruth snapped.
Bob Foster threw himself down at the kitchen table. “All right. I give up. I'll go along with it.”
“You'll get one? I think they'll be on the market by Christmas.”
“Oh, yes,” Foster said. “They'll be out by Christmas.” There was a strange look on his face. “I'll
buy one of the damn things for Christmas, and so will everybody else.” (p156)
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“Human Is”: Peculiar short story. A reversal of 'The Father-Thing'. ***
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“Autofac” (1955)
{Reviewed Dec 2017}
Initiating a fight against the computer factory. But when they think they have won the war they discover that the factory preserves itself and it's 'species' by spawning their metallic seed further into the universe. Brilliant story. ****
Self-replicating machines! It is set some years after an apocalyptic world war has devastated Earth's civilizations, leaving only a network of hardened robot "autofacs" in operation to supply goods to the human survivors. Once humanity has recovered enough to want to begin reconstruction, the autofacs are immediately targeted for shutdown since they monopolize the planet's resources, but the ability to control them was lost in the war. This leaves the future of humanity, and the planet, in uncertainty as the autofacs consume every resource they can attain to produce what they perceive as needed. The story involves the human survivors as they try to steal the supplies they need and search for a way to take the power of production back into their own hands
Opening line:
Tension hung over the three waiting men. They smoked, paced back and forth, kicked aimlessly at weeds growing by the side of the road. A hot noonday sun glared down on brown fields, rows of neat plastic houses, the distant line of mountains to the west.
"Almost time," Earl Ferine said, knotting his skinny hands together. "It varies according to the load, a half second for every additional pound."
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"Communication," Morrison agreed in his deep, chesty voice. "Yes, we can't get in touch with the damn thing. It comes, leaves off its load and goes on -- there's no contact between us and it."
"It's a machine," Ferine said excitedly. "It's dead -- blind and deaf."
"But it's in contact with the outside world," O'Neill pointed out. "There has to be some way to get to it. Specific semantic signals are meaningful to it; all we have to do is find those signals. Rediscover, actually. Maybe half a dozen out of a billion possibilities."
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In the dull shadows, the figure looked almost human. For a brief moment, O'Neill thought it was a settlement latecomer. Then, as it moved forward, he realized that it was only quasi-human: a functional upright biped chassis, with data-receptors mounted at the top, effectors and proprioceptors mounted in a downward worm that ended in floor-grippers. Its resemblance to a human being was testimony to nature's efficiency; no sentimental imitation was intended.
The factory representative had arrived.
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Close:
The bits were in motion. Microscopic machinery, smaller than ants, smaller than pins, working energetically, purposefully -- constructing something that looked like a tiny rectangle of steel.
"They're building," O'Neill said, awed. He got up and prowled on. Off to the side, at the far edge of the gully, he came across a downed pellet far advanced on its construction. Apparently it had been released some time ago.
This one had made great enough progress to be identified. Minute as it was, the structure was familiar. The machinery was building a miniature replica of the demolished factory.
"Well," O'Neill said thoughtfully, "we're back where we started from. For better or worse . .. I don't know."
"I guess they must be all over Earth by now," Morrison said, "landing everywhere and going to work."
A thought struck O'Neill. "Maybe some of them are geared to escape velocity. That would be neat -- autofac networks throughout the whole universe." Behind him, the nozzle continued to spurt out its torrent of metal seeds.
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